The German Classics of the Nineteenth and Twentieth Centuries, Volume 11: Masterpieces of German Literature Translated Into English
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The German Classics of the Nineteenth and Twentieth Centuries, Volume 11: Masterpieces of German Literature Translated Into English
German literature -- 19th century -- Translations into English; German literature -- 20th century -- Translations into English
A few weeks later the chief dikegrave came with the government
commissioners to inspect it. A great banquet, the first since the
funeral repast at the time of old Tede Volkerts' death, was given in
the dikegrave's house. All the dike commissioners and the men having
the largest holdings of land in the new koog were invited. After dinner
the dikegrave's carriage and all those of the guests were got ready.
The chief dikegrave put Elke into the gig, before which the brown
gelding stood stamping; then he jumped in himself and took the reins;
he wanted to drive his dikegrave's clever wife himself. So they drove
off merrily from the mound and out into the road, up the way to the new
dike and along the top of that round, recently reclaimed koog. In the
meantime a light northwest wind had sprung up and the tide was driven
up on the north and west sides of the new dike; but it could not fail
to be noticed that the gentle slope broke the force of the waves. The
government commissioners were loud in their praise of the dikegrave,
soon drowning the doubts that the local commissioners now and then
hesitatingly uttered.
This occasion too passed by; but there was still another satisfaction
in store for the dikegrave one day when he was riding along the new
dike sunk in quiet self-congratulatory thought. The question might well
occur to him why the koog, which never would have been there but for
him and in which the sweat of his brow and his sleepless nights were
buried, had now been named "the new Caroline Koog," after one of the
princesses of the ruling house; but it certainly was so: in all the
documents pertaining to it that was the name used, in some of them it
was even written in red Gothic letters. At that point he looked up and
saw two laborers with their farm implements coming towards him, one
some twenty paces behind the other: "Wait for me, then," he heard the
one that was following call; but the other, who was just standing at
the path that led down into the koog, called back: "Some other time,
Jens! It's late; I've got to dig clay here!"
"Where?"
"Why here, in the Hauke-Haien-Koog!"
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